How do I deal with being average?

Gaston Alejandro T
Gaston Alejandro T, Devours books so you don't have to. Also, guinea pig for the soul.
You don't.
You study and train and learn what the best in the world are doing that those around you aren't and you go to sleep every night knowing you are the hardest working mother f***er in the neighbourhood.
When others keep up to date with seven shows on Netflix and go to bed late, you listen to Tim Ferris interviewing and deconstructing the very best in the world and go to sleep early.
When everyone around you sleeps until the very list minute and half way breakfast and dash to work or college, you wake up one hour early, so you can practice some meditation, and eat well while you read something that nourishes your mind, like the works of epictetus or Alan Watts.
When everyone around you is doing the bare minimum to not be fired or expelled you focus to perform just a little bit better than yesterday every day.
When others fail and crumble, you get back up with a grin, because you know you are what Samuel Jackson checks for under his bed before he goes to sleep. The universe is not strong enough to chain you. The universe doesn't have what it takes to make you quit.
When you mess up, and others would be crippled by guilt abd self doubt, you breath and picture re your failure and picture yourself Force Choking the mental picture of your failures because it's YOUR mind and any negative images so dare enter your mind know that they will not live long. They might live for a few days and whisper self default arguments into your ears, but you just get more and more focused.
Fast forward a few months. Your eyes are burning. You are made of fire and iron and blood. No one understands what happened to you. They come up with stories and excuses, they can't accept who you became because that would mean realising they could do the same and they didn't. They are scared.
You pay no attention to that. You no longer case about average. That word has no meaning in your mind. Is just a label for empty people to plug for a day the hole inside them by comparing themselves with others. You do not do that. There is only one other who you can compare yourself to. Only one who you can be worse or be to. And you crushed his bones to dust and had him for breakfast. You have no time or attention to that. All your focus goes to your hands and mind and how best to use them. Because you know when you go to sleep, yourself from tomorrow will grind your bones and have them for breakfast.

What does Elon Musk mean by having "a high-bandwidth interface to the brain"?

The human brain can process a ridiculous amount of information per second. Just the visual input is at least gbps, but our only way to communicate with other brains is with words, at a crappy lets say 80 words per minute. I dont feel like translating that to kbps, but its crap, thats pretty clear. Picture anything in your mind, then try to relate it to another human with so much detail that they can reproduce it the same way you see it. One picture, a thousand words, and whatnot.

So, its like having a very very powerful computer with a very very crappy internet connection. Youre f***ed.

The first very cool thing is how this would enable us to relate a lot better with our technology and do crazy things, like google your thoughts, and so essentially using the cumulative knowledge of mankind, through google, as an extension of your brain. Take that, guy from Limitless.

The second, it gets better, is actually communicating with another human being. Like, transmitting your thoughts! WIFI FOR THE BRAIN. ALthough at first we will just be able to send low resolution pictures from one brain to another, but it will improve rather fast.

The main point, is that machines are getting faster, and the rate at which machines are getting faster, is itself getting faster. This scares the crap out of elon, and pretty much every single really smart person on the planet. For more info, read The rise of ai - road to superintellingece, in Its a few pages and it is, bar none, the most important thing going on on planet earth right now.

So, Elon, like Bill Gates, like Stephen Hawking, like Nick Bostrom, are preeeeeetty concerned about what we are getting into. In Elons words, we are summoning the demon, and, like every single stupid wizard or general or scientist in every single horror or sci fi movie ever, we think we are going to be able to control it. I dont need to tell you what will most likely happen.

The thing is, this event is pretty much inevitable. So we have to change the rules. Since we cannot avert superintelligence, and we cant control it, one of the most sensitive options is to become it, that is, to make superintelligence an extension of our consciousness, or, more likely, make ourselves an extension of it.

It sounds far fetched, but I promise to you that in the next 50 years youll go from disbelief, to laugther, to anger, to acceptance.

It is going to happen. It is, in a sense, happening right now. And incresing the bandwidth of the human brain, that is, increasing out informatino output, so we can communicate and become in a sense part of it, is perhaps our best shot at making it work.

Everything i said here can be found in greater detail in the WBW article mentioned above, and in any number of Elon interviews, since this is a subject that scares him like no other. Just type Elon Musk summoning the demon on youtube, then read the WBW, and start freaking out with the rest of us.

That is the only rational response. Youll see.


(Cinco páginas llenas de bronca. Ah, catársis, quién te necesita, Lacan.)

OK, esa parte tiene que volar.

Entonces, resumiendo.

Trivipedia es una colección de modelos mentales, herramientas de análisis, simplificaciones atroces y atrozmente útiles. Cosas fundamentales, como teoría del juego, curvas de Bell, propiedades emergentes, dosis mínima efectiva, errores comunes producto de cómo está armado el cerebro humano, errores comunes producto de cómo está armado el pensamiento occidental, errores comunes producto de ser un pelotudo emocionalmente discapacitado convencido de que en realidad es un pensador racional y con sentido común. No sos la persona más inteligente en la historia del mundo, y nadie puede llegar a ser la persona más brillante en la historia del mundo en todas las disciplinas del todo.

Vamos a lo concreto. Te peleaste con tu novia, estás acomodando tu vida, no podés con la vida. Un psicólogo que coordina estudios de neurología con resonancias magnéticas funcionales, un monje que pasó ocho años meditando mirando una pared. Un emperador del imperio romano, educado por todos los hombres más experimentados y competentes de europa. La experiencia colectiva de todos los hombres más capos en cada disciplina en todo el mundo. La experiencia y el conocimiento de esos tipos está a un par de googles de distancia, y vos le preguntás a tus amigos qué hacer. Y después no entendés por qué las cosas no salen como querés.

Hay, claro, un problema. Además de desinformados, estamos malinformados. El formato "una revista por mes", o noticiero 24hs, o un artículo de blog por semana, tiene un costo: hay que decir algo, haya algo que decir, o no. Entonces tenemos la doble situación donde practicamente todos los problemas que vas a tener en tu vida tienen una solución brillante por un tipo siento setenta y cuatro veces más inteligente que ese tipo que conocés que pensás que es re capo y cuya opinión buscas para cosas importantes. Pero esa solución, que en principio ni buscaste, cuando la buscás, está escondida en un océano de mala informacion, apoyada en malos argumentos, citando mala ciencia.

Trivipedia es un poco la respuesta a eso.

Mi vuelta de taladro, perforando un milímetro más en esta lucha estúpida contra gigantes. Estúpida porque estoy luchando contra la estupidez, y eso en sí mismo es una estupidez. Lo que se es que no hay que luchar contra los estúpidos, hay que aprovecharse de ellos. Y no me digas que eso es malo, que hay que educarlos. Educar a un estúpido es luchar contra él. Y eso es estupido. Por eso este blog es una estupidez. Y por eso soy un estúpido: porque no puedo ver a un estúpido reventarse la cabeza contra la pared producto de su propia estupidez. Me cuesta no querer ayudarlo. Pero cuando lo querés ayudar, te muerde la mano y te escupe y te vomita encima y te odia. Porque confunde estar bien con estar mal. Porque es un estúpido. Y ya te escucho diciendo "ah, vos sabés mejor lo que la otra persona quiere que la persona misma." Y me doy cuenta de que estoy hablando con un estúpido. Porque si vos ves a una persona patinándose en su propio vómito tratando de embocarle a unas venas reventadas con la jeringa llena mientras se ahorca el brazo con un cinturón tirado con los dientes no le vas a creer cuando esa persona te diga que está bien, que no la estás ayudando. Esto es lo mismo, pero en otro nivel.

Tener una buena vida requiere tomar buenas decisiones. Buenas decisiones requieren buena información, y separar la buena información de la estupidez, sumergirme en un océano de artículos imbéciles escritos por tipos que no tenían tiempo de investigar bien, o referencia para diferenciar bien de mal, artículos imbéciles escritos por tipos que te quieren vender algo, y artículos imbéciles escritos por tipos que creen que saben más de la vida que todos los tipos brillantes que jamás vivieron, en todas las disciplinas juntos.

Genial, no tengo tiempo de editar esto. Feliz año nuevo. Lo publico así como está. Fue.